May 13th. Day 58.
Today was a big day. I had to go to the Yoyser's school to pick up their stuff that they left behind in March. Back when we were all complaining that they'd be out until after Spring Break. Oh. The horror. Back when we joked that if they weren't back in school by my birthday, I'd be disappointed. Oh. THE. HORROR. Back when if you'd have told me that I would spend the next 60 days straight with my children, without CycleBar, without my mani/pedis, without my bra, I would have laugh/cried. OH. THE. HORROR.
We were allowed back in, in very small groups with strict instructions. Wear a mask. Grab their bagged items, their yearbooks, and get the heck out. Everything was one way. I did have a chance to see their Principal one last time, as she is being transferred to another school. I wanted to hug her and thank her for all she has done for my boys over the past five years, but that wasn't going to happen. So behind my masked face, I tried to pour all of my emotions into an appropriate level THANK YOU.
We were told to bring a wagon if we had one. I've seen those wagons. Pulled around by families with sporty sons who own and use multiple bats in little league and/or organized families heading to the beach. We are more of a carry more than our backs will physically allow and make 32 trips to the car kind of family.
If I had really been on my A-game, I would have dragged Mr. Yoy with me. But my brain is atrophying and I left him sleeping soundly in bed. I'm strong, I told myself, I can handle this. As I leaned over to grab Big E's bag, I noticed an obscene amount of extra books. Books he must have been secretly shuttling to school each morning. It was like picking up a dead body. Cool, cool. On to Little E's class I went. He had an equally as large bag. I took a deep breath, leaned down and did my best CrossFit-inspired dead lift. Ok, I've got this. I began to regret the sweatshirt I had thrown on this morning. There was a lot of sweat happening in places it shouldn't be happening.
I slowly walked towards the gym where I would then try and find their yearbooks. I managed with the help of the Principal and waddled out the door. As the sun hit my face, I realized that I had parked in the absolute worst spot. I had an expanse of parking lot asphalt to cover, dragging these two body bags and slippery yearbooks.
MERCY! I dropped one bag as I exited the gym and walked to the car with the other. And back I went. It was like a Biggest Loser challenge except I didn't win any fun prizes like scale immunity.
YOU HAVE VEG-ALL, RICED CAULIFLOWER, FROZED GREENWISE TURKEY MEATBALLS, AN ICE PACK, A LICE COMB, AND MARU SPICY MAYO! GO!
It's all been very tasty and I'm so relieved to not have to prepare any meals. Pulling out Lunchables and peeling back the top can be very fatiguing for me.
And with that...I'm off to dreamland. Hopefully it's not full of 100 year-old Little E following me around, asking for cuddles.
Good night, y'all!